TATIANA Ivanovich

Slowly

Her eyes began to shine brightly

as I watched golden dust of despair

fall from her truly beautiful raven hair

skin so soft and fair.

Now my heart is laden

for my distant maiden.

To her jeweled shore

I wish to reach to adore

and embrace her

angelic face

I alone undress her and gently caress her

nothing but I, a squire, who desires

to stand beside his Queens fire

 

Comments 3 comments

Am I dead, yet? 7 years ago

Michael,

I loved this line:

'nothing but I, a squire, who desires

to stand beside his Queens fire'

This sounds like a very lucky lady.


Michael Achilles 7 years ago Author

Thank You Brenda..........


\Brenda Scully 7 years ago

i really like this poem

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